Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gong. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Slave,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.